Page 25 of Battle of Hearts

She felt Sawyer’s penetration pause for a second. “It’s ok, baby, I’ve got you. It will ease, I promise.” Sawyer’s free hand stroked her face tenderly as Mirren felt the pressure pushing into her again and with one last push, the pressure released. She reached her hand down between her own legs to feel Sawyer’s wrist.

“Oh my god. Your whole hand is in me.” Mirren felt a rush of heat flooding though her body from deep inside of her where Sawyer’s hand was stimulating. She felt waves and waves of pleasure and heard herself moan.

Sawyer smiled at her. “Feels good now?” she asked and Mirren nodded ferociously.

“Yes, so good,” Mirren purred.

“Ok, I want you to keep looking into my eyes as I fuck you with my fist.”

Mirren felt herself flooding with arousal and her cheeks beginning to heat up.

She nodded. She couldn’t find any words.

She felt Sawyer’s hand moving deep inside of her, pushing against her G spot. She felt more waves of pleasure building.

“You look so fucking sexy taking all of me, Mirren.” Sawyer stroked her face again, her green eyes hungry yet tender all at the same time.

Mirren felt Sawyer’s hand pulling out slightly and pushing back in, only her body had adjusted this time and the feeling of her pushing back inside was delicious.

“I want you to touch your clit for me, Mirren and come on my hand, looking into my eyes, as I fuck you.”

Mirren felt another bold rush of desire between her legs. She was so utterly turned on, she knew it wouldn’t take much to tip her over the edge.

She could hear her own moans deeper and louder as she felt Sawyer’s fucking increasing in pace. Her body was accepting it easily- no, better than that, her body was loving it.

She kept her gaze fixed on Sawyer’s, her moans were out of control with every thrust and she slid her right hand tentatively down to her clitoris.

The intense pleasure nearly blinded her as she pressed her fingers against her clitoris with beautiful pressure.

Her orgasm began to crash uncontrollably and unstoppably through her entire body over and over again as though it would never stop.

When it finally subsided, Sawyer was still buried deep inside her, her hand still.

“I love you,” Sawyer said.

“I love you, too,” she heard herself gasp, hoarsely.

She felt Sawyer’s hand begin to move as though she might remove herself, but Mirren reached down and gripped her wrist.

“Stay inside me. Please. Just a little longer. I don’t want to feel empty without you, yet.”

Sawyer nodded and Mirren relaxed into the beautiful feeling of fullness created by Sawyer’s hand in her and the lovely weight of Sawyer’s body pressing on top of her.

Afterwards, they lay together in the quiet aftermath of their shared intimacy, the room filled with nothing but the sound of their steady breathing and the soft rustling of blankets. Mirren’s head rested on Sawyer’s chest, the warmth between them in stark contrast to the freezing wilderness just outside.

Neither of them said a word to the other for several minutes, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it felt grounding, like a necessary moment to absorb everything that had just passed between them. They enjoyed each other’s presence, the feeling of their tangled bodies, their soft breaths.

Mirren shifted slightly, turning her face toward Sawyer, her voice soft as she said, “Do you think anyone heard us?”

Sawyer let out a low chuckle, running her hand gently down Mirren’s back. “I don’t care,” she said simply, her tone unbothered, carrying with it the confidence and self-assurance Mirren had always admired. But there was a playfulness there, too, a side of Sawyer she hadn’t seen before. “Let them.”

Mirren smirked, her cheeks still flushed from great sex. “I’m sure we’re already the talk of the base,” she murmured. “Two women trapped in a blizzard for days, one a stoic Army Ranger, the other an Air Force meteorologist…it’s a story that practically writes itself.”

Sawyer smiled at that, but there was a softness in her eyes when she met Mirren’s gaze. “It’s not the kind of story I ever imagined for myself,” she admitted. “But I wouldn’t change it.”

There was a depth to Sawyer’s words, a weight that made Mirren’s heart ache in the best way. She reached up to brush a strand of hair away from Sawyer’s face, her fingers lingering on her jaw. “Neither would I.”

For a moment, they lay there simply basking in the warmth of each other’s presence, the unspoken connection between them growing stronger with every second. But eventually, Sawyer shifted, breaking the comfortable silence.

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